"Two years ago, when I was younger, more foolish, foolhardy, being a fool, I received a script about these police cops running around, being corrupt. And I thought to myself, what in the world is this? I thought this was supposed to be in a modern day evil city, like Los Angeles or New York, or Omaha, but instead it was a ficticious city called Edison. That explained why, as I was reading the script, the inventor of our light bulb was nowhere to be seen.
The language was immense and vulgar. F-word this, F-word you, F-word-nickname-for-a-cat, alternate-chicken-name, all of that. My God. I wasn't sure what was going on. I garnered that this was what was considered "hip," and that I was simply out of it. Sweet Jesus, I remember the days when Radio Flyers were what all the kids wanted, lollipops were plentiful, spaceships were spotted regularly, and collecting Dr. Pepper bottlecaps was the way to go. I was worried that I no longer had any idea what was "in." And this "Edison" script did. I decided to latch on.
Much to my suprise, my good friend Mr. Spacey, whom I had the pleasure of acting with in the motion picture "Seven," would be working on the project as well. As we soon would find out, this wasn't "Seven." Not at all. I grew increasingly frusterated with the dialogue I was forced to emit from my mouth. It troubled me very deeply. Nobody on the set really had an idea what was going on. At one point, Mr. Timberlake forgot what character he was playing, and proceeded to act Mr. Cool J's character. Oh my God. Come to think of it, I don't believe God was on the set of "Edison." And God is everywhere.
A little too much blood around the set for my tastes. I was very tired of being surrounded by gallons and gallons of fake brains. One day Mr. Spacey didn't come to the set, and I got me awful worried he was involved in some kind of explosion and had gotten hurt. The next day, he came in minus a cast or neckbrace, which relieved me. Mr. Spacey had gone into work for "Superman Returns" early, because he had grown bored with this project. I don't blame him one bit.
If you see the movie "Edison" in your local VHS rental store, please, do not buy it. Avoid it. Do not look at the cover; do not stare into my eyes, or Mr. Spacey's. If you must, place another VHS box on top of it, to assist others in avoiding "Edison." Do not purchase this movie off of the internets. Do not borrow it from some friend. If for some terrible reason it is at the checkout counter at your Ralph's, talk to the manager about this. I am deeply, deeply sorry for this movie's existence. Hopefully, our Lord and Savior will forgive me in light of this illumination. I've done all I can."
Taken from his MySpace blog, I take that as the highest authority to avoid the film!
However as I read it I could hear his sweet soothing dulcet tones and some how it didnt seem so bad! This man could read a cereal packet and I'll give him an Oscar.
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